Zeptir Zukrinchen, or CIPHER, however, had underestimated Cizran complacency.  In fact, they were so content with the fractured status of their empire that they actively resisted their own progressivism, and the meddling of an outsider was purely heresy.  The Av’sti had ways of dealing with heresy. The noema, the siab, the auditors, the military, most were aware of the faux-cizran’s experiments, though it was left to the siab to deal with his… inquisitiveness.  He mimicked what he did not understand, and thus he was destined to fail before his experiments ever truly began.

The Avi’lys had supplied CIPHER with fake parts.  Some were harvested organs of subordinate races, some were genetic material that was completely fabricated, and all were impossible to tell if it were truly Cizran because Cizran DNA was as malleable as the borders of their territories.  Instead, the scientist pieced together the false dichotomies that were fed to him, making bounds of logic off of the red herrings that were given.  Zeptir’s work, however, was not all for naught.  He was building something, but that thing was not what he intended.  Zeptir sought to build life, and instead he fashioned death.  He sought connection, and instead he would wallow forever in disassociation.

The hologram he built was one designed by siab złudzene magic.  When the phylactery of threads fissured, cracked, and split, it leaked darkness like oil from a broken machine.  The chuckles that followed disembodied and of delphian origin chilled to the bone. The tar-colored shadow intangibly spread across the floor of the capital center, physically tracing itself to its creator. This creature, cocooned from CIPHER’s spinnerets held an innate connection to him.

“VÖUΝE-DU-ULUNAT.” It’s voice bubble in dark velvet, the language of high cizran.  Its projection wracked and reverberated, centering itself in the thalamus of the spy.  “I…” it spoke, frothing through each hemisphere of CIPHER’s brain like a rapidly expanding cancer, “am your Mergence Event.”

The presence separated, expanding a cirri with non-euclidean trajectory. Its assault passed through Cizran, and architecture as if it were vaporous or incorporeal.  Yet the darkness’s properties were as abstruse as its assault, and when its appendage neared the dimensions of its assault multiplied.  Its assault of multiple had greater implications on the mindscape at hand.  One thing was certain; from within or without, the aptosites attempt at unification was an utter failure.